Jukkasjärvi, Sweden

[sharp_as_knives]

After the party was over on Monday, Hannibal went home, did a bit of research, threw a lot of money around, and booked them a portal for the morning. Then he slept.

The next day, he smiled at Jono as they stepped through the portal. It was bright and cold and very, very far from Fandom. "I hope this will do."


[OOC: For the partner! NFB for distance unless the squirrels followed them.]

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[sharp_as_knives]

"I will have to leave to teach my class, though," Hannibal pointed out. "You would be all on your own with the wolves."

[furnaceface]

//And we wouldn't want that, now would we?// Who knew what might happen? Howling at the moon? Hunting deer in packs? Scratching in public? Jono could teach those wolves all kinds of bad habits. //Suppose you'll have to cart me back to the island eventually, after all.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Eventually," Hannibal agreed. "But not until our vacation is finished." He smiled over at Jono. "Shall we investigate the warm buildings? I would like to see what the restaurant is like. And there are other things there, as well."

[furnaceface]

//Let's,// Jono agreed. //I'm not terribly hungry at present,// har har, //but I have to admit I'm curious to see what other amenities this place has to offer. Heat is an exciting prospect all on its own, actually.//

Said Mister 'I can handle sleeping in the cold, it's no big deal, honest.'

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "That way, then." From here he could see the door. He led the way, half sliding down the slope and hurrying just a bit in an effort to stay warm.

[furnaceface]

Jono wasn't in quite as much of a hurry, but he was still just a step behind Hannibal all the same. If Hannibal was actually feeling the cold, he hardly wanted to hold him back, after all.

//Feeling cold, hm? Gonna need a hand thawing out once we get inside?//

... Probably with hot chocolate, but Jono was in a playful mood now that his brain had gotten a bit of a rest. They were sleeping in a room surrounded by forest creatures made of ice and sliding down the sides of giant swanky igloos, after all.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled back at Jono - since he couldn't see it through the balaclava, he sent an amused thought to him, too. "Not too cold, but movement helps. Still, feel free to help warm me."

Probably some of the hot lingonberry drink they served here, and maybe the sauna later. But company was always an option, too.

[furnaceface]

Private sauna? Absolutely Jono would join Hannibal there.

//I did mention I'm good at that, didn't I? Plenty of experience keeping people from feeling the cold for too long. Movement absolutely does help, yes.//

Jono was helpful.

[sharp_as_knives]

That got him a laugh as Hannibal opened the door to the warm building and started stomping and brushing the snow off. "Some motion more than others?"

[furnaceface]

//Hey now,// Jono replied, a laugh somewhere in that voice of his in turn as he gave his boots a thump against the front step, one after the other. //I'm not going to get into specifics unless you want me to, but I can say with some authority that I do know what works.//

For the record, no, he didn't have experience with that particular sort of 'some movement' when it came to how good a job it did at keeping people warm. But Jono could shit-talk with the best of them if he felt so inclined. He was gonna roll with it.

[sharp_as_knives]

For that matter, Hannibal hadn't used that particular method for warmth, either, but he was perfectly capable of extrapolating from other experiences. "We can save those specifics for our room, I think," he answered with a smile. Enough snow removed, he headed for the inner door.

[furnaceface]

//The warm room, I hope,// Jono was only half joking. //There are some things I could probably do without the audience for. Even if they are only made of ice.//

Sorry, wolves. No peep show for you. Unless Hannibal managed to get Jono's mind off of you, in which case…

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal raised an eyebrow. "You're intimidated by the sculptures?"

[furnaceface]

//I'm not sure 'intimidated' is quite the word I'd use,// Jono countered. And then squinted one eye, trying to come up with a better one. //I suppose it's no stranger than having the cats wandering around.//

Less strange, Jono. The lynx wasn't going to jump on the bed to investigate. Or to attack anybody's toes.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And much less disruptive," Hannibal agreed. "Although I suppose we could drape a blanket over them, if you'd prefer." This was an extremely silly worry to have, Jono.

[furnaceface]

//Honestly...? I'd be more concerned for the room itself,// Jono confessed, after another moment's thought. //It's so pristine in there. White. I wouldn't want to, er, ruin anything. Red's hard to get out of snow.//

Though it would make a very interesting addition to the wolf pack.

[sharp_as_knives]

"It would lend verisimilitude," Hannibal agreed. "But in these temperatures, open wounds probably aren't the best idea. I'm certain I can come up with other things to do." He smirked. "Also, there is always our sauna."

[furnaceface]

//There is that, too... This could end up being a very active vacation, you know.//

Though, granted, saunas were not exactly known for things like manoeuvrability. Or encouraging the people inside of them to do much more than sit around and sweat. Jono was confident that this was going to be a very enjoyable vacation one way or another.

//Though it seems as though we've got plenty of time to do a little bit of all of it while we're here, hm? I can't imagine we'll be wandering too far out into the wilderness, though when we've got a few more hours of daylight to work with, I wouldn't mind doing some of that, too.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"There are wilderness tours, if you like," Hannibal said. "Dogsled or snowmobile." He looked around the restaurant, breathed in its scents, and smiled. "Though I may be perfectly fine here."

[furnaceface]

//Here's not bad,// Jono agreed, looking around. The effort it would take to do anything resembling inhaling still wasn't on the docket today. Low-effort was right about his speed. //Gonna have to work extra hard to keep me entertained, though.//

This wasn't strictly true. Jono was just as happy to sit around and people watch here as anywhere else.

[sharp_as_knives]

"Should I convince them to let me join them in the kitchens?" Hannibal asked, grinning.

[furnaceface]

//You'd show up the lot of them, and then they'd spend the rest of our vacation trying to hire you on,// Jono teased. //Which I suppose would mean I'd have all the more time to myself, but I'm actually rather fond of your company.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Glad to hear it." Hannibal nodded at the maitre d', then asked to see the menu. He read it over and raised his eyebrows in appreciation. "I don't anticipate any problems in eating here."

[furnaceface]

//Artists at work in more than just the rooms, then?// Jono leaned over to get a better look at what Hannibal was reading over. //Still big fans of the ice, though. I suppose when you've got a theme to work with...//

[sharp_as_knives]

"A theme and some very good ice," Hannibal said. "Do you know, I've never eaten moose before. Or reindeer. I'm looking forward to it." He didn't often get new culinary experiences.